My bamboo horse bends whenever it says

"It's a very clear picture, right??" Slowly guiding An Yi, Alex deliberately kept down that this was An Yi's room, it used to be, and it is now.All the decorations are the same as in the past, only the people have changed.

An Yi stood barefoot in front of the only floor-to-ceiling window in the room, with clean pajamas casually draped over her body, and she could vaguely see the carefully treated wounds hidden inside the clothes.Now his eyes are dull, his cheeks are sunken, An Yi seems to have lost his face, staring at the unchanging scenery outside, without saying a word.

"The wound is already inflamed." Mo Nanxi couldn't help but said, although he knew that An Yi wouldn't listen to a word, but now anyone who sees him like this has no choice but to say: "Don't abuse yourself , Take it easy, and you can go out.

An Yi turned her neck to look at him, her eyes that were originally very energetic, but now they were like a pool of stagnant water, without waves.

After packing up the medicine box, Mo Nanxi was not in a hurry to leave, and finally said after much deliberation: "An Yi, your current condition is mild, as long as you receive treatment.

But looking at An Yi's eyes again, Nan Xi couldn't speak anymore.What else to treat? ?People are dying.

Since An Yi woke up two and a half years ago, he found himself under house arrest here.

Except for three meals a day and normal daily necessities, all electronic products and all communication equipment that can communicate with the outside world have been cut off. I never thought that Wu Yibai could do things so decisively. It's like getting to know him.

Wu Yibai claimed that An Yi went abroad to study, but only a few people knew that he, An Yi, was under house arrest here.

An Yi lost her normal life and lost everything.

An also made trouble, yelled, and even committed suicide, but he never saw Wu Yibai again, and he never asked him an explanation.

He can be cured if he is sick, and he can be saved if he commits suicide, not to mention the occasional small troubles, in short, An Yi can't die if he wants to die, and he can't live if he doesn't want to live, so everything is cut off like this.So about a year ago, An also suffered from mild MDD, which is commonly known as depression.

A bird in captivity, covering its eyes, will not fly for a long time.

Looking at An Yi now, he is completely different from two and a half years ago. The one before was a life, but the one now is a walking dead.

"This is a letter from today." Mo Nanxi took out the envelope from his pocket and handed it to An Yi. He could clearly see his eyes moving, fingers stroking the rough paper, and even opening the envelope. His hands are as thin as dead wood.

The reason for a person on the verge of collapse and despair to live is to give him hope to support him.Mo Nanxi thought, the only reason for An Yi to go on, maybe that person named "A Cheng".

An Yi was reading the letter, squatting down, biting the nail of his left thumb, and hunched over.All kinds of memories from the past swept in like a mountain and an ocean.I can't stop it, An Yi's head hurts just thinking about it.

Uncle Wu said that he would never tell Ah Cheng this secret no matter what, because he would have to pay a lot to know this secret.I'm crazy, I can't make him crazy.It's so ironic, it was obviously my parents who died at the beginning, but I can't even remember what they looked like. Thinking about it now, when I heard the news, the little three-year-old An Yi felt the slight thorn in his heart. Pain, isn't it the best testimony that blood is thicker than water?

Still can't reply? ?Mo Nanxi silently observed An Yi's expression: "If you have anything to say, I can convey it.

An Yi thought for a long time before opening his mouth, his ethereal voice seemed about to disappear:

"Let him. Don't worry. I'm... fine..." An Yi's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, having not spoken for a long time.

"What else??" Mo Nancy asked.

An Yi didn't speak any more.Even the family doctor Mo Nanxi, an outsider, feels sorry for the child in front of him.

Uncle Wu opened the door and came in, urging Mo Nanxi to leave.Mo Nanxi picked up the medicine box, and he left very slowly. Before he left, he looked at An Yi, who was no different from a walking dead, with some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

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